| Yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, ooh
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| Aye, can you turn that on?
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| Yeah, what’s up
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| Whoa, turn up, turn up, what? |
| Yeah
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| Push to start ignition with the heated seats, ooh
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| Rubber bands, yeah, I keep that all on me, ayy
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| It’s all cash, why the fuck I need a lease? |
| Ayy
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| Digi' dashboard, we gon' catch a B, shawty
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| All I smoke is gas, all I rock is Raf
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| I been poppin' tags, throw it in the back, yuh
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| Two seat, 6-speed, digi' dashboard, yeah
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| Yeah, whip it like a NASCAR
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| Balenciaga kicks, Saint Laurent denim, ayy
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| Tennis bracelets with the rocks in 'em, yeah
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| Shawty wanna kiss like I’m Gene Simmons
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| Brazilian women, all I rock is Raf Simons, yeah
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| How the fuck I’m comin'? |
| Bitch, I’m comin' clutch, ayy
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| You can’t tell me shit, I’m that boy, go look me up, ayy
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| Bitch, bitch, I look like Majin Buu, yeah
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| Ain’t nobody out can touch me on the Fruity Loops, yeah
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| Just rollin' up the dope with these hoes, yeah, you know
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| That I be rollin' through the 573 with my bros
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| And I be smokin' on some bomb ass weed with my woes
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| And I been stackin' up the paper with nothin' but the flow
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| And you know, yeah
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| My only motive the money
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| Yeah, I hear 'em talkin' shit but they won’t take shit from me
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| I got some weed and it’s dummy, I’m on the beach and it’s lovely, yeah
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| I’m with a dime piece and she love me
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| And I ain’t never worry 'bout the rest
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| I seen that shit and I wasn’t impressed, nah, ayy
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| Boy, this cannot be yo' best, yeah
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| Do yourself a favor, save your breath, yeah
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| I would never switch up for a check, ooh, nah
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| I been bottle poppin' with my set, ah, yeah
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| All these rappers boring me to death, ah, yeah
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| Do yourself a favor, save your breath, yeah |